Trip
Pandemonium. Absolutely fucking beautiful musical
pandemonium - or words to that upshot get as near as I can in prose to the
effects-driven but essentially Gustafsson’s tenor saxophone sonic assault on
all around and about. The Fire! trio is joined this time by Australian
guitarist Oren Ambarchi who on opening track A Man Who Might Have Been Screaming contributes to the litotes of
that title with the screaming mayhem of his guitar work. At two thirds of the
near twenty minutes of this musical maelstrom, it is a significant part of the
aural attack.
In the lovely masochism of listening to this band - in
whatever formation [and Gustaffson in Thing too] - the senses are further shredded
by the fuzz, persistent cymbal shrill, organ swirls, other electrical distortions
and the butchered pig-squeals a la saxophone of second And The Stories Will Flood Your Satisfaction (With Terror), where
ne’er a truer imperative and parenthetic qualifier were expressed as a title. Twenty
three minutes of horror to arouse.
Third He Wants To
Sleep In A Dream (He Keeps In His Head), Gustaffson’s sax [or it could be
Ambarchie’s guitar: the noises do merge in tone and effects, as well as
literally] sounds like a monster model airplane flying uncontrollably around
the other players until it transforms unto an industrial amalgam of fuzzed sounds.
Closer and fourth track I
Am Sucking For A Bruise is a slowed humming drawl like withdrawing from the
trip that has preceded it: musical niacin for those who can’t take more of the
onslaught of the first three explosions.
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